Transfer to the VA

I’m still at Valley Medical Center in San Jose, but not for much longer. It’s been three months. I talked about the insurance company deciding I was cured and they determined the time was right for my discharge. My Dad who had experienced a traumatic injury in his life questioned this decision by the insurance company and the doctors who were afraid they would not get any more money for my care. (My opinion) This health insurance situation in this country is very scary and I was about to become another statistic in the system. This was 1987 and things have not improved much since then, overall it has all gone to hell. My Dad went to the social worker and complained that I was not ready for discharge, very true, and he did something about it. With the help of the social worker and the fact that I was a veteran, which helped me, as they contacted the VA hospital about taking me in for a rehabilitation program. The VA luckily agreed. To the treatment. I am a Vietnam veteran. Never saw real combat, but put my time in aboard the U.S.S Hornet during its last deployment to Nam. Therefore, I was transferred to the VA. At first, this was not a great situation. They put me in a room without a private shower, which didn’t work out very well, because I had to shower every day and have my dressings change. I still had some areas requiring treatment. The first day they took me to the community bathroom was very unpleasant; luckily, the nurses saw the potential for infection and the overall insanity of using this area with a patient so susceptible to infection and requested I get the room on the ward with a private bath. I was settled in at the VA hospital and this was good. More soon. Love you all, Rick